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Description “Nine” is a watercolor painting that shows a small wooden shadow box with nine square openings. Each opening holds a painted Styrofoam ball. The balls are arranged in three rows of three, creating a simple grid pattern. Their colors include yellow, olive green, gray-black, bright green, purple, red, golden-orange, light brown, and blue. The light comes from the upper left, causing each ball to cast a soft shadow to the lower right. These shadows help make the ball

Description:    This watercolor shows two religious statues placed on a plain white surface. On the left, the viewer sees the back and side of Saint Joseph holding the infant Jesus. Joseph wears a green robe with a brown cloak. The child faces forward with arms stretched outward. On the right stands a detailed crucifix turned slightly toward Joseph. Jesus is shown crucified on a bright blue cross with gold trim. Small painted images decorate the cross: Mary with roses, Mary M

Description    The Walk is a watercolor painting. It shows a quiet winter morning in front of an old red brick church. A light fog hangs in the air, softening the details of the scene and creating a calm, reflective mood. Snow has fallen overnight, and while it still covers the ground, it has begun to melt, leaving patches of wet pavement and softened edges along the sidewalk.    Two figures, a grandmother and her grandchild, walk side by side toward the church’s cemetery, w

Analysis In “Rock, Paper, Scissors,” three simple objects—a rock, a sheet of paper, and a pair of scissors—are arranged with quiet precision on a tabletop. The composition transforms the familiar children’s game into a meditation on balance, power, and fragility. Each object carries symbolic weight: the rock represents endurance and natural strength; the paper, intellect and vulnerability; and the scissors, human control and the capacity to cut or create.    Rendered in so

Origins "Through the Eyes of a Child" When my nieces and nephews were small enough to rest easily in my arms, I used to carry them from room to room, walking slowly beneath the quiet glow of the paintings hanging on my walls. There was something intimate and almost ceremonial in those moments — the weight of a child balanced against my shoulder, their eyes wide and unburdened, seeing everything with that startling clarity adults so often lose. I would gesture to a canvas a

Origins Late one night St. Francis Borgia arrived unexpectedly at a Jesuit house, in a snowstorm. He knocked and knocked on the door, but all to no purpose because the community being asleep, no one heard him. When morning came all were embarrassed for the discomfort he had experienced by having had to spend the night in the open. The saint, however, said he had enjoyed the greatest consolation during those long hours of the night by imagining that he saw our Lord up in the s